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BY 

Rev. /^MrFrost 

RECTOR OF 

St. Matthew's Church 

GLASGOW. MONTANA 



Author of "The Vision Glorious" 
4i®fc "San Toy" 
ir 2 vols, of Miscellaneous Verse 
"Fundamentals for Teachers" 
Etc., Etc. 



LIMITED EDITION 




COPYRIGHTED 
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Help Me or I Die." - - - 4 
*'The Home of My Soul." - - 5 

"Rejoice." 6 

'*! Wonder." 7 

**A Prayer." 8 

*' Prayers." 9 

"God's Own Temple." ^ ^ „ ^^ 

"Democracy's Deathless Heroes." 1 2 

"The Irish Lover's Lament." - 1 4 

"Home, Sweet Home." - - 15 

"Oh Rest Beside the Weary Road." 1 6 

"Mother Darling." ^ ..17 

"To the Pasque Flower." - - 19 

New Mown Hay." - - - 20 

The Cowboy's Love Song." - 2 1 

Daybreak at Sea." - - - 22 

The Robin's Love Song." - - 23 

TTie Birth of Spring." - - 24 

Look Unto the Hills." ^ - 25 

In the Twilight." - - - 26 



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OH my Father, rm so weary, 
The way is long, Ufe is dreary, 
I falter, I tremble, Fm afraid, 

God, my Father, grant me thine aid. 

1 fain would strive for the w^ondrous 

prize. 
But that I should fail is no surprise, 
Without TTiee and Thy guiding hand, 
And Jesus, how^ can I stand? 

The sorrows of life and its distress, 
Closer and closer around me press, 
O Lord, help me or I die, 
Jesu, Jesu, hear my cry. 



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LOM the conflict and turmoil of 
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My soul ever strives to flee, 
To its home in Thy bosom, O Lord, 
It hungers and thirsts for Thee. 



It cannot, my God, from Thee remain, 

And travel in ways apart. 
Like a turtle dove 'tvv^ill aye be found. 

Homing its way to Thy heart. 

Though it stray afar it must return, 
To its home in Thy great heart. 

It cannot for long from Thee survive, 
For of Thee it is a part. 



NOTE — St. Augustine says: 

The soul of man has been made for God and must 
be for ever restless until it rest in Him. 






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IRDS make the welkin ring and 



ring, 

With their songs of joy and gladness, 
The lambkins gamble all the spring, 

For nature knows naught of sadness. 
Ye children of the Heavenly King, 

Don't you be oppressed with sadness. 
But let every thought and word and 
deed. 

Be bright and sparkling with glad- 
ness. 
TTie Christ, He came to bring to us, 

And to all creation, — gladness. 
There's not a w^ord in all His lavvrs, 

Bidding His children to sadness. 

Of all God's creatures, there's never 
one. 

That has greater cause for gladness, 
If we will only think of all His love, 

'T will banish forever, — sadness. 
Don't let the Httle birds of the air, 

Or the lambkin or the dove. 
Put us to shame for ingratitude, 

To God for all His love. 
So "rejoice with them that do rejoice," 

He urges us on to gladness, 
"Again I say unto you rejoice," 

For in God there is no sadness. 



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I WONDER if it's true, that in 
some region bright, 
There really is a land filled with pure 

delight 
Where you and I with our load of care, 
Can rest and ne'r w^orry how^ things 

fare, 
Where we truly can find joy and peace. 
And from our sorrow^s obtain release? 

Will all anxiety be at an end. 

With never a pang from a traitorous 

friend, 
Never a rupture with those we love 

best, 
Nor sharp pointed dagger hidden in 

jest? 
Oh, if there be such a place for you and 

me. 
Hasten the day when to it we can flee. 

Hope on, languish not thou weary soul, 
Beyond this life with its sordid goal. 
There is a land of beauty so bright. 
That there's no room for darkness and 

night, 
There rest eternal holds it's sway. 
Sorrow and pain dare not come that 

w^ay. 



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}rf\y God, my Father, 
^JL^ Each and every day, 
Further and further, 
I wander away. 



Away from Thy love. 
Astray from Thy care, 

E'en in fastnesses, 
Dark, dreary and bare. 

Succor and keep me, 
TTiou God of my life. 

Ever defend me, 
Through this wrorld of strife. 





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OUTH. 

Jesu, rm an untried youth, 
Unfit for war or fray, 
Be Thou my guide and guardian. 
And teach me how to pray. 



MANHOOD. 

O Saviour, Thou hast brought me 
through, 

The burning fires of youth, 
Be Thou my help and stand beside. 

While I fight for Thy truth. 

OLD AGE. 

My Saviour, God and Friend Divine, 
IVe lived my fourscore years. 

Into Thy hands do 1 resign. 
My soul so full of fears. 



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g cSHE ■woods are God's ovs^n tern- 

KJ pie, 

Through their aisles all clad in green, 
The solemn rays of the cool dim light, 

Spread over all a soft sheen. 

The birds in their leaf covered boMrer, 
Lead the praise vv^ith their silvery 
notes, 
And ever the vernal arches ring 
With songs from their quivering 
throats. 

The wind plays the harp Aeolian, 
As it glides through the tw^igs of the 
trees. 
The hum of the bee swells the sylvan 
strain, 
As their basso floats o'er the breeze. 

TTie flow^er bestrewn grass makes a 
carpet. 

Where the soundless footstep falls, 
Its perfume is the breath of incense. 

That floats through the temple halls. 




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[UFFLE the boom of the rolling 
drum, 

Silence the blare of the trumpet. 
How quiet their steps as they march 

along, 
Hush, 'tis the army erstwhile of our 

song. 
We review the deathless army. 

These are the shades of strong men and 

true. 
Who gave their lives for me and you. 
Stand to the curb. Salute, Salute! 
These are the men you dare not refute ; 
These are Democracy's Heroes. 

Heroes w^hose lives w^ill for aye be writ 
Not alone with the honored and brave. 
But in the lives of all future babes. 
Telling of a world they died to save. 
Democracy's deathless Heroes. 

Honor today the shades of these men. 
Above all heroes of ancient ken. 
Give them honor with silent acclaim, 
For they are worthy of Eternal Fame. 
Heroes for everlasting. 




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Tune — *'In the Gleaming." 



IN the quiet of the twilight, 
When the west is all agiow% 
And the hush of evening shadows, 
Seem to w^hisper soft and low^. 

Then to thee my thoughts stray, sweet- 
heart. 

To the days I loved you so, 
Thrilled am I as if I saw you. 

In love's young morning years ago. 

Oh, my heart is filled with anguish, 
Yes, my eyes overflow writh tears, 

That your separation from me 
Should have lengthened into years. 

Come, I pray of thee, my darling, 
Back to home w^ith me again, 

For I love thee and adore thee, 
Let my prayer not be in vain. 



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/'"^\H, for a glimpse of my cottage 
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That stands by the side of the sea, 
Where breezes whisper and seem to 
moan, 

As if they were calHng me. 

Calling to me who has wandered far, 
Over hill and valley and plain. 

Yet distance can never that picture 
mar. 
Of the home by the boundless main. 

Oh, that I had the wings of a dove. 
To fly o'er the space in between. 

Naught could keep me from the home I 
love, 
Its equal cam nowhere be seen. 



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DEARL of my heart, let's go to the 
mountains, 

Where there are sparkhng streams and 
cool fountains, 

Where we may watch the world go by. 

While we can rest, without a sigh. 

The ripple of our laughter shall echo 
around. 

Joining with the music of the stream 
seaw^ard bound. 

There all our days will be calm and 
sweet. 

For heaven and earth both seem to 
meet. 

Our tensioned nerves can be all un- 
strung. 

As we lay and bask in the warm sun. 

Nothing to worry, no petty strife, 

Such as seethes and frets in the marts 
of life. 

Come for awhile to the majestic moun- 
tains. 

To rest and gain strength beside their 
cool fountains. 





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^"TT^ WISH to talk with you tonight, 

|_^ Mother dear, 

Though you have been at rest this 
many a year. 

Yet Mother dear, though the years 
have flown, 

And far o'er the world I have wander- 
ed from home, 

I feel and know thou art ever near, 

And at my call will lend thine ear. 

Mother darling, patient, kind and true, 
I have a strange request to make of 

you: 
I want you to place on my fevered 

brow, 
Your cool soothing hand, — you know 

just how^. 
And croon me a song as in days of old. 
And call me a lamb of Jesu's fold. 



And at the sound of that 

lullaby. 
Bid the long stretch of years 

roll by. ^ 

Obliterate all that's gone be' h- 

fore, ji/ 

Let me be your little wec^ 

child once more. ^. 

Oh, Mother dear, my heart "^^ 

seems breaking. 
Life's struggle of me a devil 

is making. 



Come, Mother dear, from the 

realms above. 
Call me once more your own 
'-^ little dove. 

>^i Make me forget the struggle 
Al) and pain, 

]g/ Let me be pure and childlike 
J/ again. 
•^^ Come from the spirit land and 
sing me to sleep. 
Bid me forget as 1 fall into 
slumber deep. 



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HOSE stars around Orion we 



see, 

The clusters in the Pleiade, 

Or the diamond dust strewing the 
Milky Way, 

Are eclipsed by the glory of a warm 
spring day. 

When the prairie billows blossom 
forth. 

With the exquisite beauty of the flow- 
er of the north. 

Above the fruitful plain. 

Soon to wave with golden grain, 

This delicate chalice so graceful and 

frail. 
Is fit to stand for the Holy Grail, 
Which Arthur of old and his valiant 

knights. 
In seeking for rose to such valorous 

heights. 



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^T^ HEN the evening sunset lingers, 
\l/ On the hills out in the west, 
As though it loathed to leave the 

w^orld, 
With its affection unexpressed 
For the fields of new mown hay. 

When the softening mists of evening, 
O'er the fragrant meadows sweep. 
Tell me where in the wide, wide, 

w^orld. 
You can find anything half so sw^eet. 
As a field of newr mown hay? 



They may rave about their apple blos- 
soms. 

In the merry month of May, 

But those pink blossoms never can 
compare. 

To the writching smell of hay. 

Oh, the smell of new mown hay! 



I WAS riding across the prairie, 
When the roundup was in swing, 
There the critters were being branded. 
What a din! 

You could hear the reckless cowboys, 
As they roped the frightened steers, 
Sinking proudly to their sweethearts 
On the hill. 

Chorus — 

When the cactus is ablooming. 

Out across the prairie w^ide, 

I'll come riding back 

To w^oo 3^ou for my bride. 

For I love you little fairy, 

When Vm riding don't be scary, 

When the cactus is ablooming. 

You'll be mine. 

Aye, your dark eyes they'll be with 

me. 
When I'm round the campfire bright, 
They will be as shining stars 
In the night. 

Never fear but rest serenely, 
For remember I promised really, 
When the cactus is ablooming, 
You'll be mine. 

Chorus — Repeat. 



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OVER the cold mysterious waters, 
In the silence of the early dawn, 
The restless leaden breakers ever roll, 
Before the light of the coming morn. 

On the dark horizon clouds are break- 
ing, 

Shadows and darkness begin to flee. 
Before the glorious sun's uprising. 

E'er the light's reflected in the sea. 

Then, w^hen the sun appears on the 
skyline. 
And has dispersed the dark from the 
deep, 
With a tender kiss and a warm em- 
brace. 
He awakens the world from her 
sleep. 



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'EE, my love, 

It he catkins are swaying, 

tluebells are arraying 

All the lea. 

Can't you see? 

The spring is now waking, 

From winter's long waiting, 
Sweetheart, come thou to me. 



Hark, my love. 

Why will you tarry? 

Why not me marry? 

Do not fear, 

Don't you hear? 

All nature is mating. 

What do we vsraiting? 
Sweetheart, come thou to me. 



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CLOUDS scudded across the riven 
. sky, 
Lightning flashed and quivered on 

high, 
The thunder rolled, then died with a 
sigh. 

The heavens themselves were rent 

asunder, 
And the night was dark and filled with 

wonder. 
For nature seemed to have made some 

blunder. 

The morning brought in a sweet re- 
pose. 
The majestic sun grandly uprose. 
Tinting the sky like a new blown rose. 

Crocuses opened their petals free. 
And a bird trilled softly from its tree. 
Spring was born, 'twas glorious to see. 



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OUT across the darkening bay, 
As twilight closed the parting 

day, 
Towered aloft majestic mountain 

peaks. 
Around their base the lurking shadow 

creeps. 

Above the mist arose a snowclad sum- 
mit, 
By the evening sun all rosy tinged and 

lit, 
Noble, yet rugged, wonderful and 

grand. 
Giving this message to all the land. 

**Rise from the lowlands filled with 
marsh and mire, 

Lift up your heart, ennoble your de- 
sire. 

There's wondrous majesty on every 
hand, 

Man was not made to take a lowly 
stand." 



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^T^ E sit in the dim of the twiUght, 
\\J Looking out over the sea, 
The wind it gently whispers, 
In the top of the tall pine tree. 

Not a sound disturbs the stillness. 
While the sun goes down in the west, 

Only birds are twittering softly. 
As they settle into their nest. 

Below us there lays the ocean. 
It ripples and sparkles as bright 

As a school of fish in motion, 
In the glaze of the pale moon light. 

The restful hush of the twilight, 
Stirs our dreamy thoughts and we see 

In the silhouettes of the landscape, 
Castles of the past and to be. 

We smile at the turmoil of youth. 

And at struggles now past, ah me! 
For the peace of the tw^ilight sooths to 

rest. 
And brings content with the things 
that be. 



